An experiemental film about illness and sympathy articulated through a very British obsession with tea.
This footage was taken on one of my many visit to see my mother while she recovering from what they call a ‘quiet’ heart attack in the summer of 1998 which means your heart seizes but you don’t actually collapse. for nearly two months she had carried on, slowly blowing up as she filled with water because her heart wasn’t pumping properly. while there she was diagnosed as having cardiomyopathy. which just means ‘heart isn’t working properly’. she’s been on medication ever since. i was there so often we got bored of talking about procedures and progress so conversations turned to the everyday matters of tea. sometimes it’s these ordinary conversations that help waiting to get well pass more easily.